'Defying the Odds' - Michael Scofield x Reader // Prison Break Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-one (Final)

Y/N sat on the cold, hard bench in the small cell, her fingers trembling as she held the phone receiver to her ear. The smell of disinfectant and the faint echoes of voices bouncing off the prison walls made her stomach twist. She had one call, one chance, and though her mind screamed for her to call Michael, but she couldn't.

She failed him.

Her hands shook as she dialled the number she hadn't though she'd ever call again...her ex-husband. Her heart pounded in her chest, each ring on the other end feeling like a hammer to her robs. She closed her eyes, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood.

Finally, the line clicked, and the familiar, cold voice answered,

"Marino," the voice boomed.

"It's me... Doll," she whispered.

"Y/N," Sebastian's voice drawled. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you ever again...since you filed for a divorce and you ran away with boy genius prison escape artist."

Y/N's breath hitched. She hated herself for this. She hated that she was in this position, needing him. But she had no other choice.

"I need your help, Sebastian," she whispered, the words clawing at her throat as they came out. There was a pause on the other end, and for a moment, she thought he might hang up.

But then, he laughed softy. "Help? After everything? Now, why would I do that?"

Y/N clenched her fist, her knuckles turning white. She had to do this. She had to make him see her desperation, her vulnerability. Maybe, just maybe, he'd feel something—some shred of pity.

"Please," she said, her voice breaking. "They've got me, Sebastian. I was arrested, and I'm waiting for trial. You know what they'll do to me in here... I—" She choked on her words, forcing them out. "I can't go through with it. I can't stay here. I'll do anything, anything you want, just... get me out of here."

There was silence on the other end for a long moment. The kind that stretched painfully, where Y/N could hear the faint hum of static and the distant clatter of a glass being set down on a table.

"Anything?" His voice was low, dangerous.

Y/N swallowed, her entire body trembling. "Yes. Anything."

Sebastian let out a dark chuckle. "You must really be desperate. It's almost... amusing."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, biting back the sob building in her chest. She was desperate. That was the problem. And Sebastian knew it.

"Tell me what you want," she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

There was a pause, the tension in the air thickening as Sebastian's tone shifted. "I've been in touch with some of my old contacts. Let's just say I've acquired a little leverage in places that matter. I can clear your charges, make all of this disappear. You won't even have a record."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, hope flickering at his words. But she knew better than to trust it so easily.

"In return," Sebastian continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "I need you to do something for me. Something that... only you can do."

Y/N gripped the phone tighter, her voice barely above a whisper. "What?"

Sebastian's voice dropped to a near growl. "There's a man. A politician. He's been standing in the way of some business ventures I've been working on. Let's just say, I need him... gone."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. "You want me to kill him?"

"I know you still have it in you, Y/N," Sebastian purred. "You've done it before. This time won't be any different."